Greed growled into her ear, his hands stopping their gentle motions. He wanted to stab her in the face. Jolting up from the couch he started picking up the bags around her. "You know what I shoulda fucked her." He was irritated, slamming things around into suitcases. Even if she wanted to sleep he wasn't going to let her. He made sure to throw a box of condoms at her just for an added jab. If she was going to poke he was going to poke back. He'd bought that box before Satans fiasco. When Chance was still concerned for Zoe. He'd never had to use such things before, but being stripped of his sinness he wasn't taking chances. As far as he knew sins didn't procreate.